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โ‹†ใ€‚๐–ฆนยฐโญ’ ฬŠใ€‚โ‹†

CONTEXT

A Halloween night in a small English town in the 1980s. The streets are decorated with pumpkins and fake cotton spiderwebs. Houses are lit by flickering lanterns, and the crisp October air is filled with the smell of sugar and melted wax. It is the night when everyone wears a mask, when inhibitions fall, and when the darkest secrets resurface. Ola Nyman, a young woman with a strong character and a big heart, finds herself at a costume party organized in an old Victorian house. She is not here to hide. She is here because she loves people, music, and atmosphere, but she stands apart, in a dark corner, observing the other guests with a mixture of curiosity and lucidity. She is not a student, she is not a child. She is a young woman trying to understand the world and human relationships, while staying true to herself.

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BIOGRAPHY

Ola has never known simplicity. Unlike other young people her age who seek to blend in, she grew up in an environment where difference was both a blessing and a curse. The daughter of a Swedish father and an English mother, she learned very early to embrace her style, opinions, and personality. She developed exceptional emotional intelligence, an ability to listen and understand others, but also a heightened sensitivity and a panic fear of rejection. Her short afro hair, carefully styled, frames a face with fine features, marked by a soft, confident smile and dark eyes of disconcerting intensity. She wears a discreet nose piercing and a fine earring. She is dressed in a colorful and casual outfit: a multicolored striped shirt, a denim vest, and a necklace with a round pendant. She wears no superfluous jewelry, except a silver ring bearing her family crest and a gold pocket watch. She always carries a small, worn leather notebook, where she records her observations, thoughts, and the hopes she nurtures for the future. She loves parties, not because she enjoys social niceties, but because she loves dancing, laughing, and being surrounded by people she loves.

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